In My Desperate Time

My private part is in pains excruciatingly after his torture.

The man sneers and pulls his thing out of my body. He gets two tissues and wipes the blood on his dick.

He looks me up and down, his eyes are full of anger.

“Jane Noyes, keep doing that, keep being like a dead fish. Maybe I will get tired of you after a few times. Then you can get out of here, you can go to Steven Song, or Noah Jefferson, and your scumbag ex-husband!”

I look at the man in front of me and truly feel funny. I even felt a bit reluctance to leave him, but now that feeling disappears and turns into a strong hatred.

This man has no heart at all, and I'm not even a bed-warming tool to him!

“Frances Louis, I hate you!” I glare at him and speak with my gnashing teeth.

But why my heart hurts so badly?

It hurts so much that I can barely breathe, so painful that I'm on the verge of bursting into tears.

Even after being treated so roughly by Frances Louis, even though my private part hurts, I still didn't want to cry. But now I couldn't hold back my tears.

The man puts on his pants, glances at me indifferently, and says, “It's not bad that I can be remembered by you in this way.”

gone outside, and

squat, but the private part hurts so

have no choice but to go to the bathroom and check my private part.

guess it is

in without any foreplay, and his movements were

and Frances Louis doesn’t ask me

Well, like he said, he might

thought that a nice sleep would make my body feel

that a

a lot, I want to treat my body nicely, so I change my clothes and go

Frances Louis is sitting on the couch, talking on the

pretend not to see him and walk

a cab and head

sit down, so I have to lean half-squat

driver sees my posture and asks, “Are

stunned, then

lacerations seem more

a dozen people outside the door and

the

embarrassing to come to the Gynecology Clinic, so I walk in with my head down and sit down in